Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2018 15:41:33 -0400
From: Mark Robinson
Subject: Tree House Torture Game - Chapter 8
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TREE HOUSE TORTURE GAMES - PART EIGHT
[In Part 7, Kenny had invited me over to his tree house for what I thought
was going to be more of our usual erotic torture games. But as I had grown
to suspect, Kenny was more in this for the torture than the eroticism,
quite the opposite of my other Master, Lance. Kenny had managed to
repurpose a winch his dad had installed in the tree house to help haul
heavy things up from the ground into a homemade torture rack. It soon
became apparent that he meant to really hurt me with it, stretching me even
after I had given in to his demands. At that point, Lance discovered us and
ordered Kenny to release me. The way he spoke to Kenny, and Kenny's
response, finally confirmed to me what I had suspected: Kenny was also
Lance's slave.]
Once the chain coming from the winch was slack enough, Lance moved quickly
to untie my ankles from the table. Kenny also dove in to undo my wrists.
Looking up at his face, I saw he kept glancing nervously at Lance as he
worked.
As soon as I was free, Lance moved to the side of the table and scooped me
up in his arms. He carried me over to the old beat up couch against one
wall of the tree house and sat down with me lying over his lap. He then
began to massage my shoulders and arms, which had been made super sore by
the stretching of Kenny's rack.
When I had recovered my senses a bit, I looked up and was surprised to see
tears on Lance's face.
"Did he hurt you bad, Mark? Are you gonna be OK? I swear to God if Kenny
damaged you I'll kill him!"
"I'm OK, really, Lance," I responded, looking up into his beautiful brown
eyes. "Just a little sore, but it will go away."
I wondered how Kenny was taking all this talk about maybe "killing" him,
and looked over to see him across the room on his knees, his hands behind
his head in a pose of submission. He looked truly scared, and was mumbling
something over and over. After a bit, I could make out he was repeating
"sorry," but looking at Lance, not me.
"Sorry, Kenny?" Lance growled. "You will be!"
Lance continued massaging my shoulders and arms, until I sat up and assured
him I was fully recovered.
"Good. Then you can help me decide how we should punish Kenny for what he
did to you."
I looked back over at Kenny, still upright on his knees with his hands
behind his head, and couldn't help but notice his cock beginning to rise
up. He was as much a torture-lover as I was, I thought, because even just
the mention of torture or punishment aroused us.
"I don't know, Lance," I said. "I'm not as good at this as you guys, at
punishing and torturing, I mean."
"But it's right for you to chose his punishment," Lance answered, "because
he hurt you, not me. He pushed our game too far, so you should choose his
punishment."
And then he added, with a smile, "But whatever you choose, I'll help make
it better."
I thought for a moment. "Well, my mom always says, `the punishment should
fit the crime.' So...I think we should stretch Kenny on that thing he made
like he did to me." I said this partly because it seemed right that he
should suffer the same thing he tried to do to me, but also because the
thought of Kenny's naked body stretched out tight and helpless seemed very
sexy.
"It's called a rack," Lance explained, "like they had in medieval times,
where they would stretch out a criminal or a witch to get them to confess."
I remembered now seeing rack torture scenes in old movies, and how much
they turned me on even as a little boy.
"Well, then," I said, "if that's what it's for, then I think we should use
it to get him to confess something."
Lance cracked up. "I like how your mind works, Mark! That's exactly what
we'll do. Kenny! Get on the rack!"
Kenny looked even more scared now after hearing our plans. He knew what he
had intended to do to me with his rack. For all I knew, he might have
wanted to stretch me until my shoulders dislocated. He knew we could do to
him what he hadn't had the chance to finish with me.
And yet...if anything his cock was harder now.
Kenny obediently climbed up onto the table and stretched his legs toward
the corners while putting his arms up over his head. It struck me that he
didn't have to do this. This was his home, and he could've ordered us out
and not go through with this. His immediate and unhesitating obedience was
another clue to me that the thing between him and Lance was even deeper
than I had guessed, and almost certainly went back to earlier than our
original games.
"You get his feet," Lance ordered me. As I secured the ropes around Kenny's
widespread ankles, Lance tied each of Kenny's wrists to the ropes leading
to the chain that came from the wall-mounted winch.
Kenny raised his head up and looked me in the eyes, his brow furrowed in
worry. "Please, Mark, please don't hurt me. I'm really sorry for what I
did. I got carried away. Remember all the fun we've had? Please, please
don't hurt me."
I just looked away and remained silent. I truly didn't want to hurt Kenny,
at least not seriously. But I was under Lance's spell as well, and Lance
was sincerely pissed off at Kenny. If it came down to it, Lance was the one
I cared about most, so I wasn't going to disappoint him.
"Now, Mark," Lance said, "I want you to do the stretching. He had no mercy
on you, so you shouldn't have any for him." He pointed ominously to the
winch crank on the wall opposite Kenny's head.
I walked slowly around the table, with some reluctance to go through with
what Lance was planning. But as I did I took a moment to gaze over Kenny,
stretched out naked and inviting on the table, his cock still half hard. He
looked so vulnerable and sexy there, it began to inspire me a little more
to want to torture him.
As I walked by I let a fingernail lazily drag up his body, all along the
inside of his near leg, then up over his balls and along the length of his
cock, which had sprung to full length when my finger brushed his inner
thigh. As I scratched along the exposed underside of his cock, it twitched
wildly, and I saw Kenny's feet twist back and forth rapidly in his bonds.
At the same time, Lance reached down over Kenny's head and took hold of
each of his nipples between a thumb and forefinger. We both knew that
Kenny's nipples were not erotically-connected as Lance's and mine were, so
any activity on them was sheer torture with no pleasure for him.
Lance began to pull his nipples as hard as he could while twisting them
back and forth. Kenny yelped and then grimaced in pain, twisting and
turning against his restraints.
Lance finally let go and beckoned me to the winch. I took a deep breath,
took the final steps over, and placed my hand on the crank. I looked back
toward Kenny and could see that the chain and ropes to his wrists were just
shy of being taut, so his arms were already at full extension over his
head. Any more cranks and the torture would begin.
I took a moment to enjoy the super-sexy sight of Kenny's young, hard body
full stretched out, his four inch boner almost straight up into the air.
Lance was walking slowly around the table, obviously enjoying the scene as
well.
"Give him a few cranks," Lance ordered.
I stood frozen. I wanted to do it, but I didn't want to do it. Part of me
wanted to get Kenny back for what he wanted to do to me. But another part
couldn't imagine truly hurting another human, especially a friend.
Lance noticed my reluctance, and came over to me. He eased in behind me and
reaching around me, pulled me back into his chest. "C'mon, Mark. Do it for
me. I want you to do this."
With that, he reached down to my deflated cock and began to run his fingers
over it and my balls. I sank back into his chest and groaned in pleasure.
In no time I was fully hard and he was slowly stroking me. It felt so
fucking good! He knew that his pleasuring could make me do anything to
please him, and it worked.
I began to turn the crank, and the loud clicking of the ratchet did its
work. The chain and ropes quickly went completely taut, and I saw the wraps
of rope around Kenny's wrists tighten up and begin to pull on his arms.
I could hear Kenny's breathing get more rapid, and he was turning his head
back straining to see what was happening to him. After a few more cranks,
when Kenny began to grunt, I stopped.
Lance moved back over to the side of the table and looked down at Kenny. He
ran his hands up along Kenny's stretched out arms. "Nice and tight. Hmmmm.
You know, Kenny, another turn of the crank and you'll really start hurting."
"It already hurts!" Kenny cried out. "Please, I learned my lesson. I'll
never hurt Mark again. Please let me go!"
"Oh no, I'm afraid not," Lance answered with an evil grin. "We're going to
have a lot of fun with you before we're done. Now, let's remember the goal
of our little torture session here. We learned in school that the rack was
used to get confessions back in medieval times. So that's what we're going
to do with you."
"But I don't have anything to confess!" Kenny wailed. "I haven't done
anything, well, except for, y'know, what I did today. But you already know
about that!"
"Oh, I don't want you to confess to any crime or anything. I have something
very different in mind."
With that, Lance boosted himself up onto the table and got on hands and
knees over Kenny's body, lowering his face to within inches of Kenny's.
"I want you to confess that you want Mark to fuck your ass."
That hung in the air for a long moment, like a cloud on a sunny day.
"What?" Kenny and I both exclaimed, almost together.
>From the start our torture games had always been mixed with a bit of sex
play, but nothing like this. This was all the way gay. It was definitely
crossing a line. I could see Kenny was shocked by Lance saying this out
loud, and so was I.
"You heard me," whispered Lance. "You're going to beg Mark to fuck you."
"No way!," Kenny yelled. "NO fuckin' way!"
Lance looked up at me. "Crank it."
He said it in a way that I knew I shouldn't argue with. I began to turn the
crank, but only a partial turn, as I could see the strain on Kenny's
shoulders.
"Owwww! No, please stop! I can't do that! Don't make me!"
"You know how to make it stop," Lance replied, still right in Kenny's
anguished face. "There's only one way." He looked back to me. "More."
Reluctantly but obediently, I gave the crank a full revolution. Kenny
screamed in pain, writhing back and forth on the table as if he were
stretched out over a hot fire.
"NOOOOooooo!!! Stop! Please make it stop!"
"Say it, Kenny. Say it!" was Lance's only reply.
Kenny saw Lance nod toward me to stretch him further, and that was all it
took.
"OK, OK! I confess! I confess! Stop stretching me!"
"You confess WHAT?" Lance growled. "Say the words!"
Kenny took a few more ragged breaths, and then called out, "OK yes
whatever! I want Mark to fuck me, ok?"
"Say it to him. Beg him!"
"Oh god...Mark, please fuck my ass. Just let me off this thing!"
Lance nodded at me again, but this time I knew it meant the opposite to
what it had before. As quickly as I could, I figured out the release on the
winch ratchet, and spun the crank in the opposite direction.
Within seconds, Kenny's arms relaxed, and he let out an audible groan of
relief.
"Let's get this done quickly," Lance said. He moved to Kenny's ankles and
without hesitation pulled on Kenny's feet until his rear was at the edge of
the table. Then he ordered Kenny to flip over. Even though I could clearly
see the fear in Kenny's eyes, it was obvious he knew that resistance was
futile. He quickly complied, flipping onto his stomach, and then Lance
pulled him back a little more until his legs dropped down to the floor.
"Get down here with some of the rope and help me," Lance commanded me.
I grabbed one of the lengths of rope that had moments ago held Kenny's
ankles up on the rack. I saw Lance squat down and use the other rope to
retie Kenny's left ankle to the foot of the table leg, so I copied him with
the right ankle.
Lance then moved back to the head of the table and cranked the winch again,
with the ropes still attached to Kenny's wrists. As the chain pulled taut
again, Kenny cried out.
"No, don't do that again! I gave you what you wanted! you promised!"
"Relax, punk," Lance snarled. "I'm not going to stretch you again. I just
want to make sure you can't move around while Mark takes your pussy."
As for me, I was standing behind Kenny transfixed on his exposed asshole.
I'd never really looked at one in detail before. It looked so tight. How
would I ever get it in there? Would I hurt Kenny? Would it feel good for
either of us?
Lance came back and stood in front of me. "You've got to be really hard for
this to work. So, here goes."
Without another word Lance sank to his knees, leaned his head forward, and
took my entire 4 inches into his mouth. I yelped like a little girl with
the sudden shock of extreme pleasure. For several minutes he sucked on me,
not moving very much, but indeed having the desired effect.
When he finally pulled back, I was as hard as I'd ever been.
Now Lance went over to Kenny's backpack and fished around until he found
his bottle of baby oil. Returning to us, he opened the bottle and poured a
liberal amount down Kenny's taint and over his asshole. Then he used a
finger to begin to push some of the oil inside the tight pucker. Kenny
grunted, but didn't cry out as I would have. I had tried a couple of times
to stick things into my ass, and all it did was hurt like hell. Maybe Kenny
was different?
And how did Lance know to do all this? Where did he learn about things like
fucking a guy and how to prepare for it? Once again, the things he'd let
slip about his older uncle popped into my mind, and I knew I'd have to ask
him about that some time.
Now Lance poured some oil on my stiff cock and gave it a few strokes with
his hand to spread it all over. I would have been perfectly happy if he'd
just kept going at that point and finished me off. But after a few strokes
he withdrew, and putting his hands on my shoulders, moved me right behind
Kenny's open ass.
"OK, Mark. Hold your cock steady with your hand, and get your cock head
right up against his hole."
I did that, and as soon as I did, I got really excited all over again. Hand
and blow jobs were awesome, and I'd had plenty, even if they were all in
the last couple weeks, but the anticipation of putting my prick into such
an inviting, tight space, was many times more exciting.
Lance continued his instructions. "It will help you get in if he's horned
up too, so reach under and play with his cock."
I'd learned these past days how much I loved everything about cocks, so I
didn't need to be asked twice.
Reaching between my and Kenny's thighs, I found that his cock was indeed
available, trapped between his legs and the edge of the table. But there
was an even better surprise; Kenny was already rock hard. Could it be he
thought he might enjoy this fucking too?
Nevertheless, I began to vigorously stroke Kenny's cock. As i did so, my
own cock head wiggled around at the entrance to his boy hole, which seemed
to cause Kenny to moan with pleasure. After a couple of minutes, when
Kenny's breathing started to come in quick puffs, Lance pulled my hand away.
"We don't want him to blow yet. OK, now, start to push your cock into his
hole. Go easy at first; he has to get used to it in order to let you
inside. Kenny, try to relax. Push out like you're doing a poop.
What Lance didn't know was Kenny had already been doing that, as if he knew
what to do, and as if he were willingly inviting me inside him. Had he done
this before? How could that be possible?
Lance could see that at only 4 inches hard, it was going to be difficult
for me to fully enter Kenny. So he stood behind me and, reaching around,
pulled Kenny's ass cheeks wide apart to give me maximum exposure. I then
realized that at some point during all this prep, Lance had gotten naked
himself, as I could feel his seven inch monster up against my lower back.
Needles to say, this turned me on even more, if that were possible!
With all this help, I was determined to make this work. I used two fingers
and my thumb to stiffen and aim my cock, and began to push forward. At
first, my friend's hole seemed like an impenetrable barrier, even though my
young cock wasn't very thick. Lance reached around and poured some more oil
down into the top of Kenny's hole, and that did it. I suddenly popped
through and my cock head was inside.
Wow! With all the great experiences I'd had the last couple of weeks, I
hadn't felt anything as amazing as this. Little did I realize, it would
only get better.
"MMMmmmm" came from Kenny. He actually was enjoying this!
With that inspiration, I pushed again, and in a moment my cock was all the
way in as I felt my hips push up against Lance's hands holding apart
Kenny's cheeks.
Holy shit! No wonder the world loves fucking. What a feeling! Every square
millimeter of my boyhood was being stimulated by an undulating, pulsating,
warm, tight glove. I was in heaven, and almost passed out from the pleasure.
But I wasn't alone.
"Oh god, oh god. That's so good. So good! Fuck me, Mark! FUCK ME!"
Now no one needed to give me any more instructions. Without hesitation, I
began pumping my little boy cock in and out of Kenny's hole, being careful
to not pull back enough to accidentally pull out. This was so fucking
incredible. Every tiny move sent spasms of tingling pleasure from my cock
to my entire body.
In no time I instinctively picked up the pace, now pumping Kenny's
delicious ass furiously. Before long I felt that familiar feeling building
deep in my groin, accompanied by that growing fire under my cock head. "I'm
gonna blow!"
Lance reached around and pulled both of my nipples hard. That threw me over
the edge. My orgasm exploded like a Fourth of July fireworks finale. I
stopped thrusting, pushing my cock in as far as it would go, and enjoyed
each pump of cum that I was ejecting into Kenny's ass. At that same moment
I heard Kenny cry out, and felt something warm run down my legs. Had he
peed on me? No, he blew too! He blew a load without anyone stroking his
cock. How was that even possible?
I collapsed forward onto Kenny's back, my deflating cock still inside him,
still getting aftershocks of orgasmic pleasure as his hole tightened on me.
Hearing noise behind me, I realized Lance was jerking off.
Without thinking about it, I pulled myself out of Kenny, feeling a rush of
my jizz running down my legs to join Kenny's already there. I flipped
myself over so I was laying back, face up, on Kenny's prone back. Then I
reached over and snatched Lance's beautiful pole out of his hand and began
to yank it with my own with all my might.
Almost immediately Lance let out a swallowed cry and his cock erupted, with
the first spurt of his cum hitting me right under the chin. As I continued
to stroke, he pumped out five or six spurts, creating a huge puddle of
white stickiness on my stomach. Then he collapsed forward onto me, making a
sticky exhausted boy sandwich out of the three of us.
TO BE CONTINUED
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